Everyone else comes back. Why would we be any different? Just as alive as any of the humans.

[Or other organic beings stuck here. At least, that's what Kevas told him, and he trusted the green man.]

[Thankfully, they're almost there. He's looking forward to flopping down somewhere, not that he's willing to admit it.]

There are no medics here.

[And no organics that he trusts enough who are capable of working on him. Xanth, sure. But the boy probably couldn't lift even a piece of his armor, let alone shove it around to get at the important bits.]